"Since you are ready, I'm about to go on a killing spree. Remember that in your next life, if you see me again, you should show your humility, not like now, shouting to kill, it's truly a pity for you!" Blood flowed down Hao Jian's arm slowly, his gaze cold and indifferent, disregarding all life. Not far away, Yamamoto Ichiro shivered all over, looking at the horrific scene, his lips cracked, his face terrified. If it weren't for the stone that flew from out of nowhere hitting his knee, severing his muscles and rendering his legs immobile, along with his crippled hands, he would have already fled. "I said, if I see you again, don't expect it to go well." Hao Jian lifted his gaze, looking at Yamamoto Ichiro, the corners of his mouth suddenly curling into an unreadable smile, he clenched his fist and said, "Your subordinates had killing intentions toward me, so I helped you clear out your sect. No need to thank me, soon you will join them in Nirvana." At these words, Yamamoto Ichiro wanted to cry but had no tears. Is this what they call clearing the sect? Completely cutting off descendants! Most of my Jiangshan is in these subordinates' hands! "I didn't want to have killing intentions initially, but because you wanted to kill me, I had to." Hao Jian spoke coldly, "Not just anyone can touch my woman!" "You might as well leave your life here!" As he said this, Hao Jian suddenly grinned, "Don't worry, afterwards, I'll make it look like an internal conflict resulting in casualties within your organization." Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Ichiro's face turned white, then he forced a dry laugh, "It was just a small matter, no need to escalate it to this extent, right? My men are all dead by your hands, and you still intend to be aggressive?!" "Aggressive?" Hao Jian sneered, "Am I the one being aggressive? You know who's the one being aggressive. I won't argue with you, are you going to handle it yourself? Or should I do it?" As soon as Hao Jian said this, Yamamoto Ichiro's face turned ashen, and he knelt to the ground, but since his feet were already incapacitated, he collapsed entirely onto the ground. Yamamoto Ichiro didn't mind this; instead, he looked at Hao Jian with eyes filled with fear and pleading, biting his teeth, words hovering in his throat, unsure if he should speak them. Seeing this, Hao Jian shook off the blood from his arm, looking at Yamamoto Ichiro with mocking eyes. Biting his teeth, a fierce light shone in Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes. Today was the most humiliating day for him: his subordinates were killed in an instant, and he was left more crippled, unable even to escape. Feeling the killing intent emanating from this guy, Yamamoto Ichiro had no doubt that if he didn't compromise, death was a high possibility here. Biting his teeth, Yamamoto Ichiro finally uttered those words that he had long forgotten, and that heavy sense of humiliation swept over him, and he resolved to abandon all dignity. Hao Jian raised an eyebrow, looking sarcastically at Yamamoto Ichiro, pretending not to hear, "I didn't hear." At these words, Yamamoto Ichiro's face twisted in rage. He didn't believe this guy couldn't hear! Isn't this guy just insulting him and trampling his dignity?!" Yamamoto Ichiro roared in anger, but instantly, his aura diminished. He forgot the current situation, where he was at a great disadvantage, like an ant struggling in a storm. After understanding everything, his roar stopped, but suddenly he heard a faint whooshing beside his ear, and his vision darkened, shrouded in shadow. The bright light did not shine on him but was blocked by a figure that suddenly appeared in front of him. The figure that appeared was naturally Hao Jian, who bent down to grab the unsupported Yamamoto Ichiro. Clasping his neck with an indifferent gaze, as Yamamoto Ichiro struggled in horror, Hao Jian's lips curled slightly, slowly saying, "The pity is, no matter what you say, I won't give you another chance." "You... you can't..." Yamamoto Ichiro's pupils suddenly contracted, filled with terror. This guy intended to kill him! He struggled harder to break free from Hao Jian's grasp but realized he lacked the strength. "Might as well send you to meet King Yan." Looking at Yamamoto Ichiro, Hao Jian sneered, a fierce light flashing in his eyes as his grip tightened slightly, followed by a crisp sound of bone breaking. Yamamoto Ichiro, a once renowned hero, one of the four great masters of the East Ocean, finally uttered his last sound in this world. The pupils of the eyes were wide open, already devoid of breath. "Hehe, did you really think I wouldn't have the guts to kill you?" His eyes faintly glanced around, Hao Jian let out a cold laugh, casually tossing Yamamoto Ichiro's corpse aside. With a wave of his hand, the blood on his hands began to move in a bizarre way, swirling out in drops as his hands swung around. If you look closely, you would notice a slight but rapid vibration between Hao Jian's hands, causing the blood to be flung away with this motion. "Forget it, I'll deal with it when I get back!" Sniffing his clothes, still reeking heavily of blood, Hao Jian frowned slightly, his gaze shifting to Shu Ya, who was peacefully smiling with her eyes closed in the car. He shook his head. There wasn't any water here to wash off the blood smell, so he'd have to wait to get back to the hotel first. But before that, there was still this scene here to deal with. Looking at the irregularly fallen bodies around, Hao Jian scratched his head. Talking to Yamamoto Ichiro was one thing, but doing this was another. However, if he didn't want to stir up trouble in East Ocean, he had to disguise the scene as much as possible. At least not to let those people recognize it was his doing, as for who they would suspect, he couldn't care less, as long as it had nothing to do with him. Thus, Hao Jian set to work, using his extensive experience to fabricate the scene. With so many corpses, handling them in such a short time proved a bit troublesome. But fortunately, Yamamoto Ichiro's men had blocked off those roads before they set out, granting at least two hours before anyone discovered it. Now, less than half an hour had passed, leaving plenty of time for Hao Jian to fabricate the scene. ........................... "What?! Yamamoto Ichiro is dead?! And he died on that main road?!" Nakano Yuta, in Villas Five and Six, was discussing Shu Ya Group matters with Nakajima Kaichuu when suddenly the news from his subordinate shocked him white-faced! As one of East Ocean's top four masters, Yamamoto Ichiro had died on his turf?! "Yamamoto Ichiro is dead?!" Before Nakano Yuta, Nakajima Kaichuu, hearing this news, was stunned and then his expression drastically changed. This was undoubtedly a major event! As one of East Ocean's four great masters, now dead on Nakano Yuta's territory, he could foresee the storm to follow. Not to mention the huge investment consortiums in Yamamoto Ichiro; the other three masters, who shared a relationship as both rivals and brothers with him, made his prowess formidable. Nakano Yuta nodded heavily at Nakajima Kaichuu, his expression grim. This was no small matter; Yamamoto Ichiro had died. "Have you found out who did it?" Nakajima Kaichuu asked, looking at Nakano Yuta, his voice slightly trembling. While they weren't afraid of Yamamoto Ichiro, the forces involved after his death were enough to frighten them. Nakano Yuta's face was grim, staring at Nakajima Kaichuu, speaking in a low voice: "That road, nobody usually passes there. After all, people coming to the party at my villa would take alternative routes..." "You seem to have forgotten a special force today." Nakajima Kaichuu spoke faintly. Nakano Yuta paused, then shook his head, saying, "That man may be able to defeat Yamamoto Ichiro, but that doesn't mean he can take on all those elite subordinates along with Yamamoto Ichiro." "Moreover, among them were Yamamoto Ichiro's proud disciples, Yuu Kawai and Itsuki Shimada. You know the prowess of these two, Yuu Kawai with his gun and Itsuki Shimada as a boxer, were nearly instantly defeated." Nakajima Kaichuu's eyes were deep, fingers gently tapping the table, lost in thought, though what he was pondering remained unknown. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵 ........................ "What, you're saying Ichiro is dead?!" In a city some distance from Villas Five and Six, within a villa in a villa district, a shocked voice echoed across the skies. A somewhat soft-looking man, with a grim face, glared at the subordinate standing respectfully before him, yelling. "Boss... Boss Yamamoto Ichiro is dead!" The subordinate was also startled by his boss's words, but he suppressed his inner fear and forced himself to repeat it. Fists clenched tightly, the man gritted his teeth, tears glistening in his eyes.